He said my eyes were intense; He said I scared him... But I know they are intense. I know that I'm fierce. They do follow you, they look intense at you like a Monalisa stare, throwing hot insence and daggers into your chest. They make you reach, hold your breath, pause and sight. I have seeing it well... But why do you fear my eyer. Maybe because my glanze can read your soul and turn you into a better man.